I’ve been in a funk ever since I got the cast molding of one of my late cat’s feet. I have never missed an animal like I miss him. He was a major part of my life, especially since I’m a single woman living alone.
Lucien, the cat my baby, Lancelot, had ‘adopted’ as a companion before he passed away, has decided he doesn’t want to be an inside cat. He prefers to be outside with the rest of his family and be able to roam all over the place. I feed him and the others twice a day, and I just hope for the best when I don’t see him.
I’ve been trying to write and hate what I’ve written. I don’t like writing when I’m in a funk, as I’ve mentioned before, but I was trying to power through it. The end result is almost three handwritten pages, roughly 5000 words, of pure junk. It hurts my heart to get rid of it, but I hate every last syllable of it. So, when I can work my way out of this state of innuii I’ve found myself in, I’ll toss it out and start over from the good stuff.
My funk extends to my studies as well. I’m self paced, but I’m still behind the schedule I’ve set for myself. My last test grade was very low too. This, after making all As, is hurtful. I’m going to wait until I’m feeling better to resume my studies. I’ll just have to adjust my schedule to accommodate.
I have been watching movies in an effort to feel better. I’ve been going for light hearted affairs since I don’t need anything heavy to make me feel worse. I’ll write about the last two I’ve seen in my next post.
See you on the flipside – and don’t forget your towel!!